Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Litter,
cv313,
CMW,
Index,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
X-102,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Nico,
MC5,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.